Lost Creek Hollow hey! welcome to the murder

Ashlar was blissfully unaware of a mother's scorn directed his way, though perhaps her stare should have pierced him somehow.  Instead the young boy's attention was wholly captured by the tiny wolf who was opening his mouth wide and crawling towards him.

Ashlar didn't know what to make of it.  He wiggled his butt and inches forward, then blinked at Aengus.  It took him a minute to sort it out.  Once he had, of course he was going to do it.  He was a child too, and children tend to speak the same bizzare language.  Ashlar giggled and lowered his nose into the younger boy's mouth, then experimentally sniffed.